Thanks for all the reviews :D they make me so happy :D you guys are so nice, I should work on making the story flow better...
OK, I just realized you can't add more than one exclamation mark or question mark! SEE! LA! LA? YAY! :( grr...
It takes me forever to decide on one idea... this story is kind of getting longer then what I originally planned... The chapters are short, I know. Still don't own Bleach.
Now for some ACTION!
She dreads the night. When night comes, it brings the darkness. Rukia had finally fallen asleep clutching the book in her tiny hands. Hisana lays her gently on the wooden floor of an old, one room, slightly damp, abandoned house. 4 thin blankets weren't nearly warm enough. She feels the tears come, but forces herself to wipe them away and focus on the task at hand. She closes the door as quietly as she can and creeps off into the setting sun.
A vendor selling water is closing for the day. Hisana can't do this. But she has to. She walks closer, trying to look casual and ignoring the unbearable sadness inside her. The vendor, a heavily built man, spots her. "Miss, I'm closing right now. I'll be back tomorrow, so run along." Hisana swallows, her palms damp with sweat. "I was wondering, is the water you sell clean? It doesn't look like it." She hopes her voice sounds convincing. "What? Of course it is! Don't tell me how to do my job, little girl. Unless you're going to buy something right now, I suggest you leave." She hates every single second of this. Trying to stay calm, she tucks a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "I don't believe you. May I take a look?" Hisana's voice sounds very small. I'm terrible at this, she thinks. "No. I don't want your filthy hands—" He stops mid-sentence, mouth falling open in a perfect "o". He's staring at something in the distance. She whips around, her eyes following his, and fights the urge to scream.
A huge reptile like creature with wings, taller than the buildings, stares at Hisana with empty eyes full of murderous intent. A white mask covers its face and it has a large hole in the middle of its chest. She backs away, her heart seized with terror. The vendor had fled, leaving the water jugs. The creature roars, shattering the air. "Perfect. Delicious girl. I'll eat you, and then I'll find that fat man for dessert." It spoke in a chittering, bat-like voice. She trembles, wondering if her pointless life would soon be at an end. Rukia! She had no choice but to believe she was safe. Hisana takes a few shaky steps backwards, then turns and runs.
The creature flies up into the air, making a sound that sounds suspiciously like laughter. Dust obscures the air. There was nothing but the sound of screaming. Hisana's foot throbbed with pain, and she knew she couldn't run very much farther. Her knees buckled- and she fell, the momentum carrying her quite a distance before the dusty ground meets her body and squeezes the air out of it. The monster reaches for her with one ugly claw, and Hisana braces herself for the impact. It never comes.
Her breath came in ragged gasps and when she finally opened her eyes the creature was gone. A man wearing a black kimono stands in front of her, gleaming sword in hand. He turns, and she sees his face. Short messy black hair falls into his tanned face, framing eyes the colour of a summer storm. He sheathed his sword at the hip and knelt down towards her. She flinched, putting more distance between herself and the stranger. He smiles reassuringly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm Kaien Shiba. What's your name?" He had probably just saved her life. Hisana glanced at him and looked downwards, avoiding his eyes. "…Hisana." It was almost a whisper.
Without any warning, he places a hand on top of her head and yanks her head upwards, none too gently. She turns even paler, eyes widening. Were all soul reapers like this? "I expect you to say, 'Hello Kaien sir, at your service sir, my name is Hisana!' Understand?" He let go of her head.
"…yes…..Kaien sir." Hisana tried to stifle her laugh, covering it with a cough. He nodded, looking satisfied. "Let me see your foot, it looks bad." Something about him made her want to trust him… but she couldn't trust anyone. And he was a soul reaper. She carefully extended her leg and flexed her bare foot, feeling a stab of pain. Worry flashed on his face. He brought out a roll of bandages and a cloth from his kimono. Kaien wipes most of the dust and blood off with the cloth. Hisana watches, wondering why he was being so gentle. He winds the bandage around her foot and ties it.
"There. It could have gotten infected." He looks at her with his blue-grey eyes. She says nothing.
"Listen, Hisana. Become a soul reaper. "